Transmigrated Female Support: Male God, Addicted to Teasing

The underground storage room is huge, and many rooms are lined up in a row. There is a cold light flashing on the rusty metal door. The air is filled with musty smell. After a long breath, it makes people feel itchy nasal cavity, chest pressure With a big stone.

"Da, Da, Da ..." Han Qingyin held a white candle, and he walked forward without any pause. The candlelight was driven by the air flow between the movements, and the shadows were gleaming and strange.

A girl with a gloomy air shrouded in a long and mysterious corridor, with rusty metal doors on both sides, just like a dead soul walking in the mortuary, hardly feel the breath of living people.

The needle drop can be heard quietly in the dark, and the entire space is so frightening that if one stays in such an environment for a long time, I am afraid that the individual will be abnormal.

Su Kui put his hands in the pocket of his coat, hidden behind Han Qingyin like a stroll in the court, his footsteps were quiet, and there was no sound.

After walking for almost five minutes, Han Qingyin stopped in front of the last metal door. Her pupils were covered with mist, and she seemed to be unable to see the slightest light. Only the big candlelight of Dou jumped and reflected in her eyes.

Somehow, she always felt that someone was peeping behind her, Han Qingyin looked back suspiciously, and there was no other voice in the entire basement except her breath.

"Huh ..." She exhaled a little, probably because she thought about it more.

Take the key out of your pocket and insert it into the key hole.

"Click--"

The door opened and a cold air rushed across the face. The temperature was extremely low. Han Qingyin slowly walked in and gently extinguished the candlelight. The index finger groped on the wall, and with a snap, the whole room lit up with incandescent light.

Su Kui raised her eyebrows in the corner, but she was not too surprised. If she guessed right, only the house had electricity in the entire abandoned building. With Han Qingyin's ability, of course, it is impossible to create such a room in Huafeng College with a very large background, but ...

What if someone helps her? Naturally, it is another matter.

The bright light shone from the gap of the door that had not been closed, and Su Kui leaned into the corner without any trace, not forgetting to control his breath.

At this time, Han Qingyin, who had just entered, turned around in the room, seemed to be looking for something, lit a candle and walked out, and began to go back, patrolling the doorplates of those rooms one by one.

Until she saw the sixth one, which read "Instrument Room", she bent her eyebrows and smiled with a little excitement.

When Su Kui entered the sixth room, she flashed into the only room where there was electricity and the air was constantly flowing.

The room is arranged like a laboratory and not like a laboratory, but it feels like a combination of an operating room and a laboratory.

In the center of the house is a white cloth operating table, and on the shelves next to it are all rows of glass jars filled with formalin, filled with weird objects, which are undulating in the liquid, see It ’s terrifying.

There are various types of scalpels, tweezers, needles ... near the corner of the wall is a refrigerator about one meter wide and two meters high. The screen in front of the haunted house is reflected in Su Kui's. In the retina, she did n’t look white and heartbeat, but just glanced at random. There was a trace of fun in her pupils. The slender and long index finger pointed a fleshy pink lip. Found the corner and hid.